Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Xu Xingchen looked at Wu San Tong in front of him, and saw that his feet seemed to have taken root, standing firmly in the same place without moving at all, his chest heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily.

Every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat that sparkled in the faint sunlight. Wu San Tong's eyes revealed fatigue and unwillingness.

As if he had just experienced an extremely fierce and thrilling battle, at this moment, Wu San Tong, who was almost exhausted, was trying his best to calm his disordered breathing and wildly beating heart.

For a moment, the air around them seemed to freeze and it was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was Wu San Tong's heavy breathing. Xu Xingchen, who was standing opposite him, had a meaningful sneer on his handsome face.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, outlining a slightly playful arc, and his deep eyes flashed with a bit of teasing and mockery, as if he was appreciating a wonderful show, and he slowly opened his mouth and teased.

"Tsk tsk tsk...Looking at your posture, it's really an eye-opener. It's even more eye-catching than the strange flowers blooming in spring!"

Xu Xingchen deliberately prolonged his tone, and each word was like an arrow that had been carefully crafted and selected, striking directly at the vital point of Wu San Tong's already shaky heart.

"What's the matter, little brother? You look so sad and staggering, it's not right. Did you get too absorbed in observing the stars last night and are not in good spirits today? Or is there something else going on?"

Xu Xingchen continued to ask, with a tone that could hardly conceal the smile of watching the fun at the corner of his mouth, as if he was standing aside leisurely sipping tea, watching a wonderful and gripping farce, and he himself was just a bystander who was indifferent and at ease.

"You have always boasted that you are a 'sharpshooter who never misses a shot', bragging to everyone that you can fire dozens of arrows in just one hour, and each time you can accurately hit the target."

"Your energy is just like the legendary perpetual motion machine, as if you never get tired?"

Having said that, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but pause deliberately, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of teasing and provocation, as if he was appreciating Wu San Tong's next reaction.

"What? We've only just begun, and you can't hold on any longer? Your physical strength is declining at a rate that's even faster than the face-changing in Sichuan Opera! It seems like your reputation as a 'sharpshooter' is just a false reputation."

His words were like a carefully sharp dagger, carrying endless sarcasm and sharpness, accurately piercing Wu San Tong's heart, making the latter's face turn blue in an instant.

"Look at you. I usually advise you earnestly to control yourself and not ejaculate so much. After all, your body is the capital of the revolution. Without a healthy body, everything is just a passing cloud."

Xu Xingchen shook his head gently, his handsome face showing an expression of pretended pain, but the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up in a subtle arc, with a bit of indescribable helplessness and ridicule.

"But you are so stubborn that you refuse to listen to the old man. You always think you are young and strong. Now you are fine, right? The retribution comes so quickly, as if it was sent to slap you in the face. You are a typical example of 'if you don't commit suicide, you will die'."

At this point, Xu Xingchen's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing.

"You're in your current state, it's no exaggeration to say that you've been shooting to the point of exhaustion! You don't have any energy at all. It seems like you'll have to find someone else to pass on your reputation as a 'sharpshooter', otherwise you'll be laughed at if it gets out...hahahaha..."

At the end, Xu Xingchen finally couldn't help laughing out loud. The laughter echoed in the empty space, sounding particularly harsh, but also revealing a kind of ease and relief that was hard to conceal.

"you……!!!!"

After hearing Xu Xingchen's words which were tinged with joking and mocking tone, Wu San Tong was so angry that his whole body was shaking violently and his face turned red, as if blood could quickly drip out at this moment.

At the same time, his eyes were wide open, glaring at Xu Xingchen in front of him, his chest heaving like a beast about to go berserk. Finally, Wu San Tong could no longer suppress his inner anger, and roared loudly at Xu Xingchen, his voice filled with endless indignation.

"You... you little brat! You... you only know how to use your mediocre Qinggong to hide here and there. If you have the guts, stop and have a good fight with me, your Wu Grandpa! Let's see whether your Qinggong is better or my ancestral martial arts is better!"

At this moment, Wu San Tong pondered secretly in his heart, with a complex light flashing in his eyes. He felt more and more that the reason why this seemingly ordinary and inconspicuous boy in front of him was able to avoid his fierce attacks time and time again was because of this.

It was all thanks to his mysterious yet exquisite lightness skills. After all, Wu San Tong displayed the Dali Duan family's unique finger technique [One Yang Finger], and the power it unleashed was astonishing, with unparalleled sharpness and edge.

However, no matter how he exerted his internal strength, the finger power that was condensed from his deep internal power could never hit the brat in front of him. Whenever the finger power of [One Yang Finger] was about to touch the opponent.

This kid could always dodge skillfully at an incredible angle and speed, as if he could predict the trajectory of the attack in advance. Seeing this, Wu Santong couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of frustration and anger.

Wu San Tong originally thought that with his profound inner strength and martial arts skills acquired over decades of cultivation, he would be able to easily suppress the seemingly immature young man Xu Xingchen in front of him like a mountain falling down on his head.

However, the development of events was far beyond his expectations. Xu Xingchen performed like a smart and cunning fox in the battle, extremely agile whenever Wu Santong concentrated all his strength.

When Xu Xingchen intended to use the powerful force of [One Finger Yang] to deal a fatal blow to the opponent, he always managed to dodge it skillfully at an incredible angle and speed at the critical moment.

As if he could foresee what was about to happen, Wu San Tong's anger was like hitting soft cotton. He had nowhere to vent and could only feel more annoyed. This scene made Wu San Tong feel an illusion.

He mistakenly thought that Xu Xingchen was only relying on his martial arts skills to maneuver around like this, and was afraid to confront him head-on, so he could have a real fight with real swords and guns.

Moreover, Wu San Tong was secretly thinking about this duel that had not yet come, with a hint of disdain and hidden self-confidence flashing in his eyes. He firmly believed that as long as Xu Xingchen dared to give up the mysterious and strange lightness skill.

If we face him head-on, in a fight of real swords and guns, with real blood, then the balance of victory and defeat will almost undoubtedly tip towards him, thanks to his profound training gained from years of immersion in the world of martial arts.

With the rich practical experience accumulated from countless times on the brink of life and death, Wu San Tong knows that he has stood at the top of the martial arts world, overlooking those challengers who tried to climb but often gave up halfway.

For him, dealing with a fledgling and unknown opponent like Xu Xingchen was as easy as an adult playing with a child. He even began to silently calculate in his mind.

In this fight, perhaps he didn't need to give his all. He only needed to display 20% to 30% of his strength, and that would be enough to deal with it. In Wu San Tong's imagination, those moves had been honed through countless trials and tribulations and he had already mastered them to his heart's content.

Just like the brightest star in the night sky, it shines brightly. At his command, it will transform into a sharp wind blade, cutting through the sky and hitting the vital points. By then, Xu Xingchen will probably not be able to resist even a single move.

He would be swallowed up by his own overwhelming force and easily knocked down. He could only lie helplessly in the dust and watch how he won the victory with absolute advantage.

Let the other side gradually exhaust all their resistance in deep despair and lingering resentment, until they completely and irrefutably realize how unfathomable the gap in strength between the two sides is, almost like a natural chasm that is insurmountable.